The Peripatetic is trapped
Sex by her lover
Which becomes the keeper
The bourgeois is trapped
Money by his sighs
Which becomes the owner
The bourgeois believes that money
At the church, diplomas, the sacraments
Conformism certified our diplomas
A sacred prostitution to money
At the sanctification of our mediocrity
And if the bourgeois are often prostitutes
Prostitutes are not always bourgeois
Stupidity latecomer
In a reactionary bourgeoisie
It is a mistake to put under glass
Any idea just fine, lobe
At least the idiot makes us laugh
Of his infirmity psychic to thrill!
For her work without
It is a lazy
For her, no diploma
It is an ignorant
It is still there!
It is a bourgeois past, outdated
Bourgeoisies for the greater subtlety
However, many people
Even most, reason and
Without work, there is a lazy
Without a diploma, you are an ignorant
Be self-taught?
Is an insult to these people
I know that you conchie
And without any restraint, totally
Working for oneself, without pay?
It is a slacker, a revolutionary
Oh! poor people
Such stupidity is disgusting!
You should remove
As quackgrass
But in truth
You have all the powers
That everywhere you impose
A television, radio, morning to night
Thus, all the heads are polluted
Your sworn crétinismes
That merely perpetuate
Since so many years
But the end is near
We are already in the disaster
And all the debilitated infiltrated
In all the workings of society
There is more humanity
In 2012, it is finished!
Long, another world is started
All that we learn is the uselessness
Since early childhood, school, university
To be productive only with nonsense
The company markets inhumanity
This is the same logic
That all the money leads
Such as insecticides
While spiders
With all their killings
Regulators, always provided
Kill four hundred million insects
Per hectare per year, and beast
We can go dressed
With our traps so stupid
Which in addition to intoxicate us
Make our planet breathe
Similarly, if we keep
All the cells in our body
Without programming the death
Fifty million tons, we pèserions!
Moreover, the morgue was created
To avoid premature burial
For brain death
Is not fatal
A cardiac death
And without being paranoid
This is often the truth
In the integrated spectacle
Nurseries out zombies
As in the movie "The Wall", so misunderstood
Poor ghosts, completely dispossessed
Any possibility of life
A minority of real people vote
And this is the tyrants who burp
And the majority who do not vote
Are placed in the right
And then they leave to the fools!
Already, we can not
To trust anyone
Already, we do not want more
See little or person
It is each and every
In his corner, with gaps
As everyone wants to dominate
It was soon tired
Human relations
Which are always empty
It is each and every
Home with his nonsense, which one is the king!
There is much more
Things that we do not know
Things that we know
As pseudotheraphosa apophysis
Of all the spiders, it is the miss
With thirty three centimeters
Amazonian forest, new species appear
But most human beings
Have no conviction
Have no passion
Otherwise, the passion of others
Otherwise, the conviction of others
These are ace imitation
They are as repetition
They are as competition
Everything was done
Stop doing
Everything has been said
Let's not say
Everything has been thought
Stop thinking
Everything was painted
Let paint
Everything has been written
Stop writing
But not everything has been discovered
So try to discover
Eight million six hundred thousand poor in France
Live on less than nine hundred and eight euros per month
Paranoia, it is the truth? obvious!
And I'm, I'm faith
More destitute poverty that
With a little less than half
And yes, sometimes, paranoia, this is the truth
Oh! not need to do accounting
To understand, we have just enough to eat
So what immense wealth accumulated
By fraud, organized theft, dishonesty
People for whom you vote
And all gangster finance
With their friends in key positions
By them, through them, our lives are confiscated
With our unconscious complicity
We revere people who impoverish us
Their false riches golden
We despise people who enrich us
Their knowledge penniless
Nobody cares about anyone
Everyone is only interested in himself
Yet
It is others who shape us
Yet
It is the other, which we sing